It was the first time in a long time that Arthur found himself getting in deep and realizing that he liked it. He liked being himself, the man he had been before he'd run and hide, before he became more point man than person. Now though, now he wasn't hiding, he was just being himself and he hadn't realized how much he missed it until then.

His foot shifted, insole brushing Eames' ankle as he looked up, placing their order with a smile. It was only when the waiter left that he returned his gaze to Eames.

"And you don't mention if you plan to be good or not,' he noted, a wicked smile curving his lips.